Deimos
Coasting away from the Castaway Exchange, the Boondocks held an enigmatic sort of backdrop. Deimos would’ve been content to stare out across the water, gazing upon the tide and swells, the oceanic cliffsides, the lure of ships coming to either doom or triumph – but there were other means and measures to be had, so he’d take the long blades of grass and the overgrown road for now.
Pondering whether or not he should wear his armor for the occasion, he figured he’d let Alys decide on the manner of their current training – he had multitudes amidst his tutelage, and was usually suited to anything anyone else wanted to try, practice, and hone their skills within. “Was there anything you wanted to work on?”
Pondering whether or not he should wear his armor for the occasion, he figured he’d let Alys decide on the manner of their current training – he had multitudes amidst his tutelage, and was usually suited to anything anyone else wanted to try, practice, and hone their skills within. “Was there anything you wanted to work on?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
